Page 56 of Secret Triplets for Christmas

I rocked, feeling him pulse inside me.

“More,” he demanded. He lay back, his fingers gripping my hips. “Give me more. Give me everything.”

I held his gaze, hoping he saw in my eyes what I saw in his. I placed my hands over his on my hips and I moved, watching his green eyes cloud with wild desire.

Soon, I was lost in sensation. I rocked and rode him, my head falling back as I reached higher and higher.

“Yes, baby… right there… oh, God… ,come on Lindsay… come.” His thumb brushed over my clit as he bucked up, hitting me in the perfect spot. Stars burst. Fireworks. All the clichéd orgasm descriptions rocketed through me.

“Yes!” he yelled as he moved under me, filling me.

I collapsed over him, my pussy still squeezing, his dick still pulsing even as the rest of my body was completely boneless.

His arms wrapped around me, holding me a way that I thought meant he’d never let me go. And I didn’t want him to. But he couldn’t really hold me until he knew the truth. My secret would always be between us until I told him.

“Lindsay.” He murmured my name as he kissed the top of my head.

My heart raced, but now it wasn’t from the erotic exertion. It was from the fear of telling him the truth.

I lifted my head. "Oliver, there's something I need to tell you.”

"Shh." His lips pressed against mine, silencing my confession. He rolled until he could tuck me into his side. "I know there are things we need to talk about, but right now… I just want to savor this moment. Let’s just have this moment, can we?”

I wanted the moment too. Once I told him the truth, the love I felt radiating off him could be gone. Dead forever.

“Okay.” Reluctantly, I let the words he needed to hear die on my tongue. I closed my eyes, nestling closer to him, savoring his warmth, his strength, his love.

I startled awake,wondering where I was. Oliver’s steady breath, his arms holding me, brought me back to the present. My mind reeled at Oliver’s confession. My heart ached to follow where this moment could bring us. I wanted to lay here with him, wrapped in his arms, forever.

The cast of the sun in his room had me wondering about the time. I glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand. The numbers blinked back at me—2:47 PM. Panic fluttered in my chest. I needed to pick up the girls from school.

I turned to look at Oliver, sleeping peacefully. Seeing him like this, vulnerable and open, the guilt gnawed at me that I still hadn’t told him the truth. At the same time, a small sense of relief washed over me that I needed to leave and therefore would be spared from telling him about the girls, if only for a little while longer.

I unwound myself from his embrace, hating the loss of his touch. I tiptoed across the room, gathering my clothes and sliding them on as quietly as possible. I hesitated for a moment, looking back at Oliver. My heart thumped hard. I wanted this man. Right now, he was mine, but who knew what would happen when he learned he was a father?

I searched for a scrap of paper and pen to write a note for Oliver, and as I wrote a lie about needing to check in at work, I hated myself even more. I folded the note, my fingers tracing the creases as if trying to smooth away the lies it contained. Placing it on the pillow next to his head, I studied his peaceful expression, memorizing every line, every curve.

I madeit to school just as the kids were being released. I waited in the pick up line, watching for my girls and for Grayson to appear. When it was my turn, all four clattered into the car, filled with news about their day.

"Mommy!" Georgie's voice rang out, her green eyes, so like Oliver's, sparkling with excitement.

“Hey, baby, did you have a good day?” I got out of my SUV to make sure the kids got their belts on.

“Yep. Ms. Kilmer says it’s going to snow. Is it, Mommy?”

“I don’t know.” I hadn’t checked the weather in a while.

“There’s no school if it snows.” Cassie held her hands up, but I wasn’t sure if it was happiness about not having school or because I was checking her belt.

“I like school,” Olivia said. I imagined Oliver had been the same way. He didn’t go to college, but he liked learning.

Once all the kids were buckled in, I climbed back into the driver’s seat and headed home. The afternoon was normal. So normal, it was almost easy to forget that I was being harassed by someone from Liam’s past and I’d fallen for Liam’s brother all over again. After snacks and checking backpacks, we made Christmas cookies. I watched the kids as they made a mess of frosting and decorations. I remembered once trying to make cookies the Christmas I skipped out on my dad and Mira. I’d bought all the ingredients to make it at Liam and Oliver’s cramped apartment. Liam couldn’t get into it. He said it was lame, which had hurt my feelings. Later, Oliver shared that they’d never made cookies, and I realized that my cookie making brought up how Liam and Oliver hadn’t had a loving family growing up. Oliver, on the other hand, did help me decorate cookies. I could see him now with the girls, helping them, gushing over them.

“Look, Mommy.” Georgie held up a tree-shaped cookie covered in red and white sprinkles.

“Gorgeous.”

“What about mine?” Cassie asked, holding up a gingerbread man-shaped cookie with lopsided eyes and mouth.

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